How precious . . . are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee. -- How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth! -- Thy love is better than wine.
Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee. -- Thou art fairer than the children of men.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. -- His countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend.
Psa.139:17,18. -Psa.119:103. -Song 1:2.Psa.73:25. -Psa.45:2.Song 2:3,4. -Song 5:15,16.